That is--I mean--you understand--I could not play--" again she seemed to search for a word, and finding it, smiled--"I could not play _myself_ for you.

But I thought that because he was an _artist_ he would understand; and that if I _could_ make the music tell him of the mountains it would, perhaps, help him a little to make his work beautiful and right--do you see ?" "Yes," he answered smilingly, "I see.

I might have known that it was for _him_ that you brought your message from the hills.

But poor old 'Civilization' is frightfully stupid sometimes, you know." Laughingly, she turned to the lattice wall of the arbor, and parting the screen of vines a little, said to him, "Look here!" Standing beside her, Conrad Lagrange, through the window in the end of the studio next the garden, saw Aaron King at his easel; the artist's position in the light of the big, north window being in a direct line between the two openings and the arbor.

Mrs.Taine was sitting too far out of line to be seen.
The girl laughed gleefully.